It was cold, so fucking cold.

It was a rainy night and you had just finished a mission with the guy you probably hate the most in the manor, Toby.

You shivered, teeth gritting from the cold, you cross your arms, looking for a type a warmth, any type of warmth.

Toby noticed, looking over at you. He sighed, making you look over at him with an eye roll.

He took his hoodie off and handed it to you, you look up at him with a confused face.

"Its t– too cold fo– for you." He whispered.